I do as bid. My eyes gaze up at the hunking god before me, an artful masterpiece that puts Michael Angelo’s David to shame. His hard cock, a magnificent sculpture that belongs in a museum, points at me.

“I’m starving, Gloria,” he says seductively as he lowers himself onto the blanket.

“But we just had breakfast.”

“I can’t fucking get enough of you.” He squats down next to me on the blanket and rips off my bra and my panties.

“Now bend your knees and spread your legs.” I hear the dirty old chestnut tree ooh as I do. Jaime repositions himself between them.

With a smile and eyes hooded, he reaches into our picnic basket and withdraws the bucket of strawberries. Setting it beside him, he plucks out a large, perfect strawberry by its stem and then circles it around my nipples, one after the other. My nipples pucker and I moan with pleasure.

My ‘fruit nipples’ are getting me completely aroused. Now that I’m pregnant, they’re even more sensitive. Wet heat blossoms between my thighs. I moan again as Jaime trails the strawberry around the circumference of each breast, and then slowly down my torso over my swollen belly until it reaches the space between my legs. He rubs it up and down my slick folds and then draws circles with it around my clit. He presses hard. The wet skin of the berry mingles with mine, creating an out of this world erotic sensation. A happy hum gathers in the base of my throat.

“How does this feel, angel?”

“Berry, very good,” I moan. Oh does it! Our glazed eyes connect. He smiles wickedly. I so want him inside me. He’s made me so ripe for him. But to my dismay, he moves the berry away from my hungry pussy. A gasp escapes my lips.

“Eat!” he orders, dangling the monstrous, soaked strawberry above my mouth. He puts it to my lips. Parting them, I bite into the berry. My own sweet juices, mixed with the natural juices of the fruit, create an erotic cocktail. Moaning, I swallow and take one more bite of the berry and polish it off.

“Did you like that, my beauty?”

“Mmm.” I nod with a smile.

His eyes glinting with satisfaction, he smiles back at me. “Good. Now, it’s my turn. I want to taste you.”

Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage daughters, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.

In addition to the GLORIA’S SECRET series, she is the author of the current best-selling erotic romance trilogy, THAT MAN, the SEDUCED BY THE PARK AVENUE BILLIONAIRE boxed set, and the highly rated Amazon bestseller, UNDYING LOVE.

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Descended from a long line of storytellers, Jacki spins adventures filled with mystery, healing and romance.

Jacki’s love affair with the arts began at a young age and inspired her to train as a jazz singer and dancer. She has performed many acting roles with the Seattle Opera Company and the Pacific Northwest Ballet.

Her travels to London and Paris ignited a deep-seated passion to write A Code of Love, a romantic mystery set in the Regency era. Jacki is certain she spent at least one lifetime dancing in the Moulin Rouge.

Although writing now fills most of her days, she continues to volunteer with Seattle’s Ballet and Opera companies, as well as leading children’s tours of Pike Street Market. Her volunteer work with Seattle’s homeless shelters influenced one of her main characters in An Inner Fire.

Jacki’s two Golden Labs, Gus and Talley, are her constant companions. Their years of devotion and intuition inspired her to write both dogs as heroes in A Code of Love. A geek at heart, Jacki loves superhero movies—a hero’s battle against insurmountable odds. Fortunately, her heroines don’t have to wear a unitard to fight injustice and battle for the underdog. Jacki’s extraordinary heroines love and heal.